I wish you all
a very happy new year!!!
Stories you read
when you’re the right age
never quite leave you.
You may forget who wrote them or
what the story was called.
Sometimes you’ll forget precisely what happened,
but if a story touches you
it will stay with you,
haunting the places in your mind
that you rarely ever visit.
Many a girl has waited long
For a husband brave or strong;
But I’m sure I never met
Any sort of woman yet
Who could wait a hundred years,
Free from fretting, free from fears.
Now, our story seems to show
That a century or so,
Late or early, matters not;
True love comes by fairy-lot.
Some old folk will even say
It grows better by delay.
Yet this good advice, I fear,
Helps us neither there nor here.
Though philosophers may prate
How much wiser ‘tis to wait,
Maids will be a-sighing still —
Young blood must when young blood will!
from the story Snowwhite
by The Brothers Grimm
READ THE WHOLE STORY HERE!!!
I had a lovely party,
with lots of tea and cupcakes,
handshakes and lots of kisses!
I was really spoiled
best wishes for my
so Thank you All!!!
The fairies are dancing — how nimbly they bound!
They flit o’er the grass tops, they touch not the ground;
Their kirtles of green are with diamonds bedight,
All glittering and sparkling beneath the moonlight.
Hark, hark to their music! how silvery and clear —
‘Tis surely the flower-bells that ringing I hear, —
The lazy-wing’d moth, with the grasshopper wakes,
And the field-mouse peeps out, and their revels partakes.
How featly they trip it! how happy are they
Who pass all their moments in frolic and play,
Who rove where they list, without sorrows or cares,
And laugh at the fetters mortality wears!
But where have they vanish’d? — a cloud ‘s o’er the moon,
I’ll hie to the spot, — they’ll be seen again soon —
I hasten — ’tis lighter, — and what do I view? —
The fairies were grasses, the diamonds were dew.
And thus do the sparkling illusions of youth
Deceive and allure, and we take them for truth;
Too happy are they who the juggle unshroud,
Ere the hint to inspect them be brought by a cloud.
by Carolina Eliza Scott (1777-1853)
art unknown to me
This marvelous ministry of madness is the
Alice in Wonderland themed restaurant in Tokyo.
Someone somewhere needs to do a full ranged,
cross platformed, balls to the wall, video game
themed restaurant. Master Chief as the
maitre d. Mario and Luigi in the Kitchen.
Advent children plays in the men’s room,
which looks like a scene from Bioshock.
“I’ll have the Soulcalibur Salmon please.
Soul Edge on the side.”
“And you ma’am?”
“I can’t decide between the Invincibility Code Club
or the Pokemon Emerald Cobb?”
“The Emerald is one of our specialties ma’am.”
“Then I’ll get that with extra Venosaur and hold the Pidgeot.”
Not to be confused with just plain old Snow White.
This is another Brothers Grimm fairy tale, which is
about a prince, who was cursed by a troll and transformed
into a great bear, who is then saved by two sisters,
Snow-White and Rose-Red.
READ THE STORY HERE!!!
A Dream of Grace” by Stephanie Pui-Mun Law
A dream of mist:
of ghostly shapes,
of sauntering shadows,
beneath moon's pale disk.
A dream of trees:
that rake the sky,
of silent sentinels,
a lattice of etched leaves.
A dream of beauty:
she glides with a grace
of a leaf skirting the wind,
silver moon-touched face.
Wildwood Dancing by Juliet Marillier, a retelling
of “The Twelve Dancing Princesses”
High in the Transylvanian woods,
at the castle Piscul Draculi, live five daughters
and their doting father.
It’s an idyllic life for Jena, the second eldest, who
spends her time exploring the mysterious forest
with her constant companion, a most unusual frog.
But best by far is the castle’s hidden portal, known
only to the sisters. Every Full Moon, they alone
can pass through it into the enchanted world
of the Other Kingdom. There they dance through
the night with the fey creatures of this magical realm.
But their peace is shattered when Father falls ill
and must go to the southern parts to recover,
for that is when cousin Cezar arrives.
Though he’s there to help the girls survive the
brutal winter, Jena suspects
he has darker motives in store.
Meanwhile, Jena’s sister has fallen in
love with a dangerous creature of the Other Kingdom
—an impossible union it’s up to Jena to stop.
When Cezar’s grip of power begins to tighten,
at stake is everything Jena loves: her home,
her family, and the Other Kingdom she has
come to cherish. To save her world,
Jena will be tested in ways she can’t imagine
—tests of trust, strength, and true love.
Fabulous Young Witch Flying Standing Up in the Woods
--by Ida Rentoul Outwaithe
Ida Rentoul Outhwaite was born
Ida Sherbourne Rentoul
in Carlton Victoria 9 June 1888
– died Caulfield, Victoria 25 June 1960
She was an Australian illustrator of children's books.
Her work mostly depicted fairies.
Outhwaite worked predominantly with pen
and ink, and watercolour.
Outhwaite's first illustration was published by
The New Idea in 1904 when she was just 15 years of age.